Why Dating Has Become Impossible For People Who Actually Want Love
You meet a 25-year-old today who has a fiancée, a three-bedroom apartment, a fulfilling job, and a good deal on a new car, the first question is “What is wrong with him?”
You meet a 25-year-old today who has a fiancée, a three-bedroom apartment, a fulfilling job, and a good deal on a new car, the first question is “What is wrong with him?”
A few days later, I began having heart palpitations and cold sweats. Mentally, I felt fine, but physically, I was kind of a wreck. But both worlds collided one day while I was working at my then-job at Estee Lauder. I remember it so well…
Email is weird, especially professional emails. Unlike text messages or tweets, you can’t just write a quick line getting straight to the point.
Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.
My father’s former tenant, whom he evicted for failure to pay rent for over a year, used him as a reference when applying at my place of work.
The perfect opportunity you keep picturing in your head? That’s your ego protecting you from change — the feeling of pain and failure that is deliberate practice and experimentation.
As someone with a juris doctorate (JD), but with no intention of practicing, I think I might have a few unique insights to share with anyone considering going to law school.
Thank you for telling me that a drawing I did was beautiful, even though it wasn’t.
Teaching the little sister about all of the parental rules that are set in stone, and all the rules that can be bent and/or broken if need be.
I honestly feel badly for people who think this, because they are clearly missing out.
But when you almost date someone, something will give. Somehow the ends don’t meet. Either they meet someone new while you’re biding your time, or they move, or they just disappear.
A biologist, a chemist, and a statistician are out hunting. The biologist shoots at a deer and misses 5ft to the left, the chemist takes a shot and misses 5ft to the right, the statistician yells “We got ’em!”